Sonnet 92. But do thy worst to steal thy self away

But do thy worst to steal thy self away

For term of life thou art assured mine

And life no longer than thy love will stay

For it depends upon that love of thine.

Then need I not to fear the worst of wrongs

When in the least of them my life hath end

I see, a better state to me belongs

Than that, which on thy humour doth depend.